Life was never the fairest for Yurim. For the least part of it all, but oh well.

If it was, she wouldn't be named the roblox maneater.

"I can't believe you're still not over this Rims!" Iseul throws her head back in sheer frustration, her grip on the pillow at hand tightening. And at the very moment, Yurim was thankful for only one thing in life. For not being the one struggling under Iseul's vice grip. Still felt bad for the pillow, though.

Yurim dramatically flops down on her bed.

"I can't! I just can't, Issy!" She lets out a yell as dramatic as her fall. "Roblox is never wrong."

Iseul was choking the pillow at this point.

"Well the body count is pretty low in real life Yurim," she gritted her words out. "Real getting out there and meeting real men is always an option when the roblox dating algorithm fails you."

Yurim sits up at that, tears in her eyes. Almost.

"But what if I'm the one failing the algorithm, sad face emoji?"

It takes a while for Iseul to decipher the cryptic thoughts-to-voice text her roommate directed at her, and a few more to decide on a proper reaction to the said statement.

First option was having failed to realise that Yurim was talking in a very online texting jazz fashion and had become very much the Samsung phone keyboard. Mouthing her emotions and presenting them as verbal emojis of sorts. The failure would definitely lead to Iseul to let go of the pillow and have her fingers wrapped around its substitute- which was none other than her best friend's throat. She was not a fucking sad face emoji. Iseul was the drooling BRB emoji, no debates.

The second was simple. Understanding what the otherwise smart but a roblox fool brunette said and be left speechless for a fixed amount of time.

In Iseul's case, she had set a mental alarm for 5 seconds. Not more, not less.

And so she does.

Yurim timidly walks across the room and sits down on the floor. Iseul thinks that the qr hitecture major had failed to notice that she had just picked the best angle for Iseul to kick her to the other end of the room. Or worse, just too perfect to be kicked out of the window itself.

Iseul looks longingly at the girl seated on the floor, and then at the window. Desire was crawling into the pit of her stomach. She plays with her feet a little and thinks of something she wanted to do with one of them......

"Don't," Yurim warns, though carefully. "I know what you're thinking."

....But she doesn't, of course.

Iseul takes a deep breath. She was too much of a Deepak Chopra enthusiast to do something as rash as this.

"Yurim."

"Iseul."

The way the two best friends stared at each other would've passed as stares that had inspired multiple wlw doujinshis, Canon compliant eroticas or just eroticas in general if the author were writing some kind of shounen sports manga. But alas, she wasn't. It was an intense staring session to assert dominance of opinions. No spot for Canon compliant eroticas here, I'm afraid.

"Life is a fucking universe," Iseul says, hands on the other's shoulders.

Yurim visibly breaks into a puddle of confusion.

"Okay?" She mouths.

Iseul draws close. "And there's so many planets in our Nasa telescopes."

"Not sure if that's how it works babe," the latter sweats.

Iseul blows a raspberry. And it was the most disappointing rendition of the said act Yurim has ever heard. She flinches.

Her grip on Yurim's shoulders tightens a little.

"What I meant to say is," she starts. "We would've never known we have so many planets and all in this universe other than this butthole called the earth if we didn't look enough. We got that telescope and looked out into the planetary system and BOOM! We know we're not the only ones."

"So you think I should date aliens?" Yurim was bewildered.

Iseul slaps her best friend's shoulders. "Fuck aliens-" she growls.

"Like- literally or metaphorically? Fuck buddies way or one night stands?" Yurim was on the verge of death.

Angry, frustrated and done, Iseul shifts her weight onto her hands. They curl around the blades of Yurim's shoulder, sending a pang of pain coursing through her body. She draws, what any generic kpop fanfiction would state as "dangerously close", and lets her sriracha scented breath fan against Yurim's flushed skin.

"Okay, listen to me before you actually speak right now," Yurim nods under the shorter one's grip. "What I meant to say, is that you will never know if there's someone right there, tailored just for you to have or be with- if you don't broaden your own horizons. We're pretty young! I think it's just a-okay to stumble over a few times. Much better than being any of the 4 death flags of an impulsive love and marriage. Divorced with kids, divorced without kids, divorced with money or divorced without money- that is."

"But aren't they just wide enough?" Yurim's voice was low.

"Hm?"

"I've tried several other story games on roblox too, you know."

Iseul huffs in disgust.

"I meant in real life, Yu."

Yurim gasps. "So I have to experiment, you say."

"Yes," Her best friend smiles.

"Time to get into the strip club!" The girl screeches, getting up on her own to feet.

"Yuri no!" Iseul, wound up in the whole shitshow while hanging by Yurim's neck, yelled in horror. "I never meant that!"

The girl stops in her tracks. "Huh?"

Iseul waits for the giant she had for a best friend to finally halt. And when she does, the girl safely lands on the ground with a small thud- hands off of her friend's neck.

"Yes," she continues to continue as if nothing ever happened. And Yurim does the same, listening.

"What I meant to say is that you need to experiment with boys," Yurim shifts at that ever so slightly. Iseul shakes her head. "I mean, you can't just continue being stuck on one image of an ideal boyfriend until the very end?"

"But Jungkook is literally perfect," Yurim aggressively argues. Her tone low, as if the said former-idol-trainee-turned-campus-athlete was present in one of the 50 the lowly lit rooms of the girls' dorm.

"Yeah and he literally broke your heart by just farting in the pool?" Iseul deadpans.

"I swear it was disgusting!" Yurim screams.

"He is a man, yuri. He is not immune to airy mishaps!"

"But I thought he never farted, I mean have you even looked at that face?"

Iseul pinches the bridge of her nose, frustrated. "Yurim," she exhales sharply.

"Even the most perfect men fart, poop and barf- for the record."

"Well, damn."

"And what you have to do is to not look for someone who will fart rainbows and Marc Jacobs perfumes. You need to see with your eyes and that debater-slash-opening-setter-variant of your brain, and just let your blood pressure and pulse rate lead the way."

"That's basically just setting for Nihee, though," she ponders. "Which is easy."

Her best friend of five years sighs in relief.

"It is, actually."

Yurim looks at her.

"It's as it can be, Yuri," Iseul feels a smile creep onto her face. "Much easier than you think. You just have to be a little bit open to risks, a little bit on the edge- like you are when you're with us,or when you're just simply tossing to one of the girls. Nothing grand."

Yurim smiles, much more relaxed than she was at the beginning of the conversation.

"Mhm sure."

"You just have to stay open for a conversation. There's nothing called a perfect first impression, ya know."

Yurim wiggles her eyebrows. "Okay."

Iseul crosses her hand on her chest. "Yes. And the best way is to receive those calls and texts from the eager guys who find you from our graffiti all over the campus. Which! We have made easier by giving them your contact number instead of email this time!"

And the next set of occurrences that Iseul remembers before her world goes black is one of Yurim receiving a text at the very moment and a second later the brunette's favourite pencil case flying her way.

Followed by the most bizarre statement she has ever heard Yurim yell.

"HI BABEGRILL SEND ME BOB SIZE JUST GOT CATFISHED?? AND- OH MY GOD SOMEONE JUST SENT ME ARM PICTURES. Oh God I hate you people!"

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Yo girl back from the dead.